I met a new friend recently, and it’s funny how life works. They say the world is a mirror, reflecting who we are inside. And in this friend, I saw someone so familiar — the old version of me. The me who hated change, who would overthink every step in a relationship, who believed resting was a sign of weakness. The one who wore a confident mask, always saying “I’m fine,” while quietly breaking on the inside.
But life has changed me in ways I couldn’t have imagined. Slowly, quietly, it reshaped me. Energy is a strange and powerful thing — it pulls you toward people, places, and moments that heal you in ways you never knew you needed. It brought me face to face with self-acceptance. With the truth that I am enough. Now, I laugh differently — from the bottom of my heart. I rest without guilt. I am happy, not because life is perfect, but because I’ve stopped waiting to feel worthy. I’ve learned to be kind to myself, to listen when my body says “pause,” and to breathe even when everything feels uncertain.
Healing didn’t arrive in a flash. It arrived in small moments of softness. And I’ve come to understand: real change doesn’t begin with fixing everything. It begins with loving yourself, exactly as you are, in the here and now.